” I say matter-of-factly.“What the hell’s got into you?” He asks.“Fuck me.” I snarl, my voice has a husky, desperate edge to it and doesn�...��t sound like my own.He reaches for me, caressing.“Not like that.” I want it hard. Sensing my urgency, he works his fingers into me quickly. He’s taken to carrying travel-sized lube and condoms in his back pocket, so he’s prepared. Still, he’s going too slow. When he eases his fingers out of me, I roughly replace them with my own. Quickly, crudely stretching. We would often walk, hand-in-hand or with her arm linked through mine, enjoying the closeness of one another. But there had never been any question of any contact other than that – that is until now. But contact there would have to be if I was going to help her. The thing that was really worrying her was the age-old worry of doing ‘it’ for the first time. Was I building a mountain out of a mole hill? Just give it to her, plain and simple – job done! . It was around 5 pm. I naturally said hi and offered her lift to home as it will take some 10 to 15 mins walk from bus stop to her house.She was happy to see me and got in the back seat. As she is a traditional lady she always used to wear saree. She always looked very beautiful. While riding she was happy to speak with me but she was upset with me. Even though we are next door neighbors when I started college my visits to her house stopped and became very distant.I didn’t ever think she would. As some of you may remember, on AOL you could scan member's profiles for people near you. As would most, I would customarily have three or four chat boxes going with three or four females. The hope (and thankfully, the reality) was that one of the 3-4 would be willing to meet me that night so that we could mutually satisfy one another. This was an era before computers came equipped with internal cameras and webcams were rare. Though females were willing to meet and hook up/have sex, it wasn't.